Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga Sri Aurobindo - Karuna Yoga
BOOK II: The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds 172 We shall shed the discredit of our mortal state, Make the abysm a road for Heaven’s descent, Acquaint our depths with the supernal Ray And cleave the darkness with the mystic Fire. Adventuring once more in the natal mist Across the dangerous haze, the pregnant stir, He through the astral chaos shore a way Mid the grey faces of its demon gods, Questioned by whispers of its flickering ghosts, Besieged by sorceries of its fluent force. As one who walks unguided through strange fields Tending he knows not where nor with what hope, He trod a soil that failed beneath his feet And journeyed in stone strength to a fugitive end. His trail behind him was a vanishing line Of glimmering points in a vague immensity; A bodiless murmur travelled at his side In the wounded gloom complaining against light. A huge obstruction its immobile heart, The watching opacity multiplied as he moved Its hostile mass of dead and staring eyes; The darkness glimmered like a dying torch. Around him an extinguished phantom glow Peopled with shadowy and misleading shapes The vague Inconscient’s dark and measureless cave. His only sunlight was his spirit’s flame. END OF CANTO FIVE
Canto Six The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life AS ONE who between dim receding walls Towards the far gleam of a tunnel’s mouth, Hoping for light, walks now with freer pace And feels approach a breath of wider air, So he escaped from that grey anarchy. Into an ineffectual world he came, A purposeless region of arrested birth Where being from non-being fled and dared To live but had no strength long to abide. Above there gleamed a pondering brow of sky Tormented, crossed by wings of doubtful haze Adventuring with a voice of roaming winds And crying for a direction in the void Like blind souls looking for the selves they lost And wandering through unfamiliar worlds; Wings of vague questioning met the query of Space. After denial dawned a dubious hope, A hope of self and form and leave to live And the birth of that which never yet could be, And joy of the mind’s hazard, the heart’s choice, Grace of the unknown and hands of sudden surprise And a touch of sure delight in unsure things: To a strange uncertain tract his journey came Where consciousness played with unconscious self And birth was an attempt or episode. A charm drew near that could not keep its spell, An eager Power that could not find its way, A Chance that chose a strange arithmetic But could not bind with it the forms it made, A multitude that could not guard its sum Which less than zero grew and more than one.
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Canto Six<br />
The Kingdoms and Godheads of the Greater Life<br />
AS ONE who between dim receding walls<br />
Towards the far gleam of a tunnel’s mouth,<br />
Hoping for light, walks now with freer pace<br />
And feels approach a breath of wider air,<br />
So he escaped from that grey anarchy.<br />
Into an ineffectual world he came,<br />
A purposeless region of arrested birth<br />
Where being from non-being fled and dared<br />
To live but had no strength long to abide.<br />
Above there gleamed a pondering brow of sky<br />
Tormented, crossed by wings of doubtful haze<br />
Adventuring with a voice of roaming winds<br />
And crying for a direction in the void<br />
Like blind souls looking for the selves they lost<br />
And wandering through unfamiliar worlds;<br />
Wings of vague questioning met the query of Space.<br />
After denial dawned a dubious hope,<br />
A hope of self and form and leave to live<br />
And the birth of that which never yet could be,<br />
And joy of the mind’s hazard, the heart’s choice,<br />
Grace of the unknown and hands of sudden surprise<br />
And a touch of sure delight in unsure things:<br />
To a strange uncertain tract his journey came<br />
Where consciousness played with unconscious self<br />
And birth was an attempt or episode.<br />
A charm drew near that could not keep its spell,<br />
An eager Power that could not find its way,<br />
A Chance that chose a strange arithmetic<br />
But could not bind with it the forms it made,<br />
A multitude that could not guard its sum<br />
Which less than zero grew and more than one.